On a spring day with cherry blossoms in full bloom, I gatecrashed a friend's party at Nishitozawa Park, introducing myself as a Waseda University student. There, I happened to meet three girls, one of whom became my target—Megurin. She had an outstanding appearance and figure, with facial features suggesting a very high deviation value. Her beauty, comparable to top private university levels like Waseda or Keio, surpassed even her two companions.
Megurin had failed to get into university this year and decided to become a ronin student. Her first choice was Waseda’s Literature Department because Haruki Murakami graduated from there. She became a devoted Murakami fan after reading Norwegian Wood and had since read everything from his debut works to his essays. Although she’d passed the literature department at an MARCH-level university as a safety school, she rejected it to stubbornly aim for Waseda. As a true literary enthusiast, her passion was intense, and I naturally grew intrigued as we talked.
As our conversation flowed, I became increasingly drawn to her charm and spontaneously invited her back to my place. When I undressed her in the room, I was stunned by her big tits. The unexpected eroticism of a literature-loving girl having such a voluptuous body made my heart race.
She still hadn’t been tainted by Tokyo life, carrying a somewhat naive, unrefined charm that I found incredibly appealing. Unlike flashy, superficial college girls, she had a refreshing sincerity that added to her allure. Yet I sensed that if she passed next year, she’d move to Tokyo, become fashion-conscious, and possibly turn into just another typical slutty female student. I wanted to taste her body before that transformation could happen.
Her breasts were large and perfectly shaped. Her pussy was amazing—nearly hairless, odorless, and incredibly tight, gripping my bare cock with intense suction. Her copious lubrication made her even more pleasurable. Her cute face, bouncing tits, and clinging pussy—I felt grateful to have fully savored her before she became a Tokyo girl.
My thrusting hips wouldn’t stop, driven by raw instinct, churning deep inside this country girl. Slap, slap, slap, slap!!!!
Aaaah. Uuuuh.... Kkkkkk.... ......phew. ......phewww.
Well then. I came.
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